To My Better Angel

I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights

With broken wrists and weaker fists

This is the last fight I'll give away

And there's something terrible locked in her attic,

So I'm told

I can feel it on my face

I still feel you everywhere

And operator I can't hold much longer,

Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

And operator I can't hold much longer,

Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

'Cause there's a spot by a bathroom door

Where I dropped so fast straight through the floor

When I lost my grip on everything

Eight feet under water is where we dare

Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars

Full of nothing but air

So if anybody talks of me

Tell them I am never coming home again,

Tell them I am gone

There's a place that I might fit in,

But it reeks of where we've been

Perfect footprints from our feet

That our haunted just by me

To the lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage

Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste

And operator I can't hold much longer,

Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

And operator I can't hold much longer,

Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

There's a hole that we all fall in

Where we fight for oxygen

That's where I caught my grip and became King

Eight feet undercover, don't forget that I'm here

Warm secrets under covers with new friends

And your holiday lovers

So if anybody talks of me

Tell them I am never coming home again,

Tell them I am gone

If anybody talks of me

Tell them I am never coming home again,

Tell them I am gone

So if anybody talks of me

Tell them I'll be gone forever

Without these scars that are completely invisible